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Ixora Crystabella Moores was preparing to retire for the night. After taking her shower and donning her nightie, she began the process of locking up the house when an unexpected knock echoed through the front door.

Startled, she paused and wondered who could be visiting at this hour. Leaving the backdoor she had already secured, she headed toward the front door. Peering through the peephole, she was taken aback when she spotted Zira standing on the other side.

"Oh my, Zira..." she gasped, hastily unlocking the door. Troubled eyes met hers immediately, and that familiar, sorrowful expression in the girl's eyes seemed even more intense, as though she were on the brink of tears. Her lower lip quivered violently.

"Oh my God, what's wrong, Zira? Is everything okay?" Ixora inquired with concern, attempting to usher the girl inside the house. Instead, Zira took her hand.

"Please," she choked out, "Please, Ma'am Ixora, save Good Master, he is dying!"

Ixora felt her confusion deepen. "Who is '